
You play Dick Marston — twenty-nine, twenty-nine days from the gallows, and handed paper by a warder who will not say whether your brother is alive. The account starts at Rocky Flat: forty cattle crowded into the family yard at moonrise, fresh pitch smeared over their brands, and your father telling you and Jim to have them across the range before daylight. You copy three altered brands onto a page torn from your mother's ledger. Then keys at the cell door, and a visitor with news of Jim.
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